When I wake, I don’t know what time or day it is, but what I do know is that I’m somewhat rested, and my brain no longer feels like mush. Thinking back to what I can remember, I’m disappointed that my memory won’t allow me to skip further back.
Sighing, I rise slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It’s daytime, and the ache in my bones alerts me that I’ve slept longer than a few hours. Reaching for my cell from my handbag, I see that it’s just after 8 a.m.
The wool blanket pooled around me reminds me of everything that occurred before I switched off from the world. Cayden and Lacey were here, and we were having a semi-decent conversation before I began hearing and seeing things.
My usual visions varied because it was no longer nighttime but dusk, and instead of drowning, I felt free.
